Uh...Hi? It's been a while ain't it? The last i updated was...LAST YEAR?! Wow that's... sorry. I feel like shit.
Anyways. Aren't you guys happy Im back (For now).
Firstly. I can't believe how much my story had grown over the past year or two (?). It's just unbelievable people would read the shit i write. Not that im complaining or anything. I'm happy doing this. I enjoy doing this. Thanks to all the readers for giving me motivations and encouragement.
Secondly.(ORIGINAL ART WANTED FOR THE STORY) Okay guys. I know some of you have talent in drawing and shit. So I'm currently accepting art from anyone under the condition 1)It is your own art and its no one else's. Don't want anyone to be stealing art am i rite? 2) it reflects the story.
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Enjoy the story
Densha,
The tick tock of the grandfather clock filled the empty silence in Sanzaemon's office. The man himself was busy shuffling through papers and what nots as a hot cup of Chinese tea steamed at his table.
"Now these aren't supposed to be here…" Sanzaemon mumbled to himself as he scratched his beard. Oh how menial and plentiful his work was. Maybe he should actually consider retiring…
A cough came from in front of him.
Donned in his full Tootsuki uniform, Yukihira forced himself to not look annoyed. He swore that he knocked when he entered the room earlier, and he swore that Sanzaemon did acknowledge him when he did. Maybe he was just doing this just to spite him.
"You summoned me, Sanzaemon-sama?" He said sarcastically.
Sanzaemon looked up, "Oh, Yukihira. I completely forgot you were here"
Yukihira's eye twitched. I don't believe you for a minute you senile old man.
"I doubt that, sir" Yukihira responded.
Whether Sanzaemon completely ignored Yukihira or he simply didn't hear him, Yukihira wasn't absolutely sure, but nevertheless it irked him anyways.
"The uniform suits you, Yukihira" Sanzaemon commented. "And I trust your accommodations are satisfactory"
Soma grumbled under his breath. Was all this small talk really necessary? As if one nice comment was going to change the fact that he didn't want to be here.
A knock came from the door interrupted them.
"Come in"
The door opened. A boy around the same height as him entered. Blond hair with slightly pale skin. Yukihira assumed the boy was a foreign student.
"You called me Sanzaemon-sama" The boy stopped besides Yukihira with a strict posture.
"Ah yes, Yukihira meet Takumi Aldini, a very promising first year student. Takumi Aldini, this here is Yukihira Soma"
Takumi turned to face the red head. "Hello, I'm Takumi Aldini, nice to meet you" Takumi extended his hand towards Yukihira, expecting a handshake.
Yukihira only gave a sideway glance.
Awkwardly, Takumi retracted his hand as his face fell.
"Don't mind him Takumi, Yukihira's unfortunately socially inept" Sanzaemon joked.
Yukihira scoffed in response but nevertheless kept quiet.
"Thank you for coming Takumi-san. Yukihira here is a new transfer student and I would like for you to show him around" Sanzaemon explained. "Make him familiar with the place"
"Uh-" Takumi looked at the red head, expecting some sort of retort or an argument. But none came. "As you wish Sanzaemon-sama"
"Great" Sanzaemon exclaimed. "Both of you are dismissed. And Yukihira" The old director gave a solemn stare. "Be sure to behave"
…
"…and here we have the main clubs administration offices. It does house some clubs, but a majority of clubs are usually spread around the school area" Takumi finished his explanation with a sigh. He wouldn't admit it but he was a bit proud of himself for being professional throughout the whole tour.
Yukihira however was deathly quiet. Eyes always wondering as if noting every single thing down. Never asking questions. It was like as if he was leading a ghost. Right now, said person was scanning the recruitment posters.
Takumi was curious about the red head. The director hadn't said anything about the boy and only introducing him with only a name. He wouldn't go as far as to call him an enigma, but he was certainly very skeptical towards Yukihira.
Yukihira seemed to have a complex relationship with the director, and the red head also seem to not hold director Nakiri in the same degree of respect as all the other students in Tootsuki did.
Takumi continued to ponder over the teen, who appears to be staring at a group of construction workers entering on of the more archaic buildings.
"What's going on there?" It was the first time in quite a while that Takumi has heard his voice.
Takumi followed the direction of his gaze. "I'm not so sure" Takumi thought more about it. "I think it's an expansion of some sort?"
"An expansion?"
"Ah, yes. Tootsuki houses numerous variety of clubs. However, clubs aren't really permanent"
"Meaning?" Yukihira turned to face Takumi.
"Well, as an example, if say a club is weak enough, a stronger club may challenge it for its complete absorption of resources, its clubroom, its members or anything for that matter."
Yukihira hummed at the knowledge. It was interesting to know that Tootsuki had some sort of feudalism going on. It's Spartan doctrine somewhat resembled a time long of ancient Edo Japan.
Yukihira walked in curiosity towards the building, intent on knowing more.
"Hey, where're you going?" Takumi called out to Yukihira. He however was not met with a reply as Takumi watched him enter the building. He sighed in frustration as the blond promptly followed him.
It was like trying to keep track of a cat.
…
The musty smell of old wood filled his nose as he creaked along the old hallways, easily following where the loud ruckus was coming from. Someone seemed to be arguing as he crept slowly towards an opened door.
"…You haven't won yet" A male voice timidly fought back. "Get your workers out of here"
"Oh, so you actually think you can win against me?" A voice, this time female, taunted back.
"I…uh" His voice softly receded.
"Don't feel bad" She chuckled. "Your club has been deemed useless by Nakiri-sama, so I'm here to make sure at least your club room is to be put of use."
"You people…"
Nakiri again huh? It seems that the Nakiris weren't only the Bane of his existence. Yukihira took a step towards the doorway, catching the attention of the people inside.
The dark skin girl was dressed rather provocatively. No, that would be an understatement on Yukihira's part. He wouldn't even consider her to be dressed with an unbuttoned white shirt which clearly showed her colorful undergarments and her very short shorts. How the hell this was in regulation standards of school uniform was beyond Soma.
The boy was wearing a leather Jacket and his hair was combed like a baguette, looking like a wannabe greaser of the nineteen fifty's.
God. As if this academy couldn't be weird enough for him.
"So" Soma began. "Which Nakiri are you working for?"
"Excuse me" The voluptuous girl irritatingly smiled at him. "And who do you think you are? Barging in as if the school rotates around your silly red head"
Soma fought an urge to run his hand through his head. Best not show insecurities now.
"Me?" Soma walked closer. "Nobody interesting." He shrugged as he laid back against a table counter.
Both occupants looked at him with a degree of suspicion.
"I don't talk to nobodies" She glared. The guy had some guts walking in and acting all mighty.
"Let's make it short then" Soma breathed out. "Which Nakiri?"
Ikumi thought about not giving the answer, but there was no reason to hide who she worked for. She'll gladly shout Erina's name from rooftops if it was asked for. "Erina"
"Ah" The redhead exclaimed. "That makes things bearable at least. So let me get the gist of this. You" Soma pointed to the greaser. "Are going to lose your club to her" Soma gestured to Ikumi. "If you lose the Shokugeki? Am I right?"
"Were you listening on us you creep?" Ikumi asked in distaste.
Soma chose to ignore that. Sighing, he look to the greaser, "Am I right?"
His eyes darted between Ikumi and Soma. "Uh… yes"
In that heated moment, a blond Italian student came rushing through the door.
"Yukihira, I thought I lost you" He panted. Looking up, he saw three people who looked to be in some sort of argument. "What's going –?"
Soma silenced him with a finger gesture.
"Hey. Can you leave the Shokugeki to me?" Soma asked, eyes staring directly towards Ikumi.
The other three occupants of the room were momentarily shocked.
Ikumi laughed while the quickly greaser stumbled to Soma's side.
"This is v-very generous of you red head-san but you don't know who you're dealing with." The greaser whispered.
"Let me worry about that"
He stared at Soma. "Why are you doing this for me?"
"I'm not" Soma replied.
Kanichi could only look and wonder at Soma. Who in the right mind would take over another Shokugeki? Basically a serious duel of prestige and rights.
He stopped wondering however when he saw a sharp glint in Soma's golden eyes. Sharp enough he himself almost cringed.
"Yukihira-san." Takumi intervened. "You can't just go and do Shokugekies. You just transferred here"
"He just transferred here?" Ikumi asked in amusement. "It'll be easier for me then"
"So do you accept?" Yukihira asked.
"I do, but" She crept slowly to Soma until he could feel her warm breath on his neck "If I win, do Tootsuki a favor and go quit"
"Fair enough. However if I win, you will work for me"
Ikumi raised an eyebrow. It was a given that if she lost any Shokugekies her employment as Erina's enforcer would be totally neglected. But to work under somebody else…
It was never going to happen.
"Deal" She crossed her arms. "Three days from now on. Main ingredient is Meat and dish is Don" Smiling in satisfaction, she called out for the contractors to withdraw.
Walking out the door, she said "I'll show you how Tootsuki bears its fangs boy"
As soon as Ikumi left the room Takumi sighed. "Are you an idiot? You can't win against one of Erina's minions. Transferring here would just be a waste of your time. Do you even have a plan?"
"Shut up blondie" Soma deadpanned.
The look Takumi gave Soma was priceless.
"Uh…Yukihira-san" Kanichi called. "I don't understand why you would do something very generous-"
"Oh this isn't a charity" Soma cut him off.
"But, I don't have anything to offer you as a reward" Kanichi gestured to the ruinous state of the room.
Soma took a moment to think about it. "Actually, you do"
…
Ikumi rarely got the ballsy ones. But whenever she did, it was fun crushing them. Soul spirit and all. They were always overconfident in their non-existent culinary skills that it was almost a crime over how she murdered them in Shokugekies.
The redhead was going to be the same. All bark, no bite. By the end of the week he was going to be just one of the many that she would personally expel.
At least, that's what she thought before Nakiri Erina summoned her.
Now it was true that Ikumi worked for Erina but getting called was a rare thing for her. It was usually when people make mistakes under her name that she would call them. Ikumi swore she didn't do anything to have caught Erina's ire. Knowing that however did not make her feel any less nervous as she waited for Erina to finish up finalizing a new dish that she had concocted.
Ikumi was ways away from Erina, who was clad in a white chef's suit, noting every detail on her meal.
It was half an hour later that after Erina seemed satisfied with her work that she turned towards Ikumi.
"Ikumi…"
Ikumi stood straight "Y-yes, Erina-sama".
"It's come to my knowledge that you are currently in a Shokugeki"
"I am, Erina-sama"
"With who?" Erina asked coldly.
It was at that moment that Ikumi realized he had forgotten to ask the boy for his name. She gulped. "I didn't really get his name, but he had red hair and he was a transfer student. And he did ask 'which Nakiri I worked for'"
There was only one transfer student with red hair. Yukihira Soma.
"What did he want for the Shokugeki?"
"If he won, I would work for him"
It didn't really surprised Erina that much. She had seen more insane Shokugeki conditions. It did irk her however. Ikumi was replaceable of course, Erina didn't mind losing her. It was who she was losing her to that made her mad. Soma was undeniably doing this to make her lose her cool or so she thought. How could it not be the case?
Gathering her thoughts, Erina began explaining. "Yukihira Soma is a transfer student under the direct supervision of my grandfather. How it came to that only god knows. What I do know is, Yukihira Soma is no easy target"
"If you're worried I might lose Erina-sama. I won't." Ikumi steeled her voice. "No offense to Sanzaemon-sama, but I won't lose some second rate chef with no Shokugeki experience"
Erina scoffed. Ikumi flinched. "Do you remember Alice's assistant?"
She nodded. How could she not? He was one of the most talented chef's in Tootsuki for a first year. One of the contenders of an Elite ten seat. Plus, he scared her.
"I can very well say I am impressed with Kurokiba's expertise and talent."
Ikumi didn't like where this is going.
Erina looked straight into her eyes. "Yukihira however had managed to win a Shokugeki over Kurokiba and from what I heard by a landslide".
Surprise and fear rang through her body as the possibility of defeat had become more prominent "That's…"
"So" Erina continued. "I trust you would hold on your promise of not losing?" Her voice was lined with Sarcasm.
Ikumi Mito honestly could not answer her.
…
It hasn't even been a day and Soma already hated everything. The school was too big to walk anywhere. The Cafeteria was expensive as hell and he had no money on his person. And the worst thing was, the classes were duller than a thousand year old vegetable knife.
He could see that people were curious about him but they were too busy being pompous cooks and chefs to bother asking where he came from. The high point of the day was probably when a fly went into his bakery class and started a wild chase between instructor/student and the puny insect.
He chuckled to himself remembering the scenario.
The rumble of a car engine stopped Yukihira in his tracks. He turned his head and saw a sleek limousine approaching him. It stopped right beside him. He sighed. He knew one hundred percent who this was.
"Good afternoon Soma-kun" The silver haired vixen greeted him.
"Don't you have the decency to at least not use a limousine on a walkway" Soma chided.
"Never had that" She smiled. "Let's go have lunch Soma. I know this perfect…"
"I'm in"
"Wait, what?" Alice asked surprised.
Soma didn't waste time and entered the vehicle through the other side of the door.
"Not that I'm complaining but I was expecting you to put up more of a fight"
"Too hungry to fight" Soma leaned back against the seat. "Do you have a bottle of water here?"
"I don't but you can have my drink" She showed him a half full fruit juice.
"That'll do"
Alice handed him the bottle. "Thanks"
After instructing her driver on where to go, Alice asked, "So how was your first day in Tootsuki?"
"Dull". He simply answered. "You're like my only source of socializing here"
"Wow, I feel so honored". Alice sarcastically replied. "Well if you do feel that bored, Kurokiba has been itching to have a rematch with you. He's been so down after his match with you"
Soma grumbled. "I have one coming up. He can challenge some other time"
"You have a Shokugeki?" Alice asked with a tinge of curiosity. "With who?"
"One of Erina's lackey. A girl"
"Did you know she was Erina's before you challenged her?"
"Of course I did"
"You know, Erina isn't like me. If you start stepping on her foot she might just rain hell on you. And trust me you don't want that" Alice berated. "Even I can't do anything if Erina decides to go all out on you"
"I don't care. Let her come, the faster she challenges me, the faster I get a seat"
"You would have to offer her something akin to a seat firstly though. And you don't have that" She reminded.
Soma almost pouted. "I'll think of something"
"I'm sure you will" Alice smirked.
Unbeknownst to Alice, Soma already had a plan in mind. Intricate and complex to a degree. He just didn't trust Alice enough to tell her about it. Even if she did say she wanted to help him get out of this hellhole.
Because after all that had been done to him.
Just getting out of Tootsuki wouldn't be enough anymore.
"So…"
Soma eyed Alice suspiciously. She was going to say something stupid, he knew it.
"Does this count as a date?"
Soma groaned.
…
The arena where the Shokugeki was held was almost empty. To the other Tootsuki students. It was just another acquisition by Erina. So none bothered to show up to a Shokugeki that was believed to be one sided. Except of course for a few.
Erina sat at the VIP section, with her trusty assistant Hisako by her side. Normally, Erina wouldn't have been bothered to oversee a low scale Shokugeki. Nevertheless, Erina needed to see how good Yukihira, the person advocated by his own grandfather, the one who won against a talented Tootsuki member.
The things she had heard was near unbelievable for her to believe.
"It's rare to see you here, Erina-chan" Erina knew that voice. She didn't even bother turning to acknowledge her.
"Likewise, Alice"
"I would have thought you would be busy tormenting some poor guy into giving his inheritance to you"
Erina's eyebrow twitched. "Why would I be doing that?"
"Just cause" Alice grinned as she took a seat beside her cousin, with Kurokiba standing by her side.
"Why are you here, Alice? If it's just to annoy me can you please do it another day"
"Contrary to what you believe Erina. I'm here to see Soma"
Erina frowned "Are you friends with that Neanderthal?"
Alice giggled at her childish insult. "Give him some credit, dear cousin. He did beat Ryo, didn't he Ryo?"
A silence.
"Yes" He finally said in a defeated manner.
"Then Kurokiba should reassess how good his talents actually are" Erina retorted.
"Or you should reassess your own" Alice countered promptly. "Who knows?" She shrugged.
Erina wasn't sure what her cousin meant by that but chose to drop the conversation.
Down on the arena, the match was beginning.
The announcer of the Shokugeki called out to Ikumi Mito.
She came out shedding her robe and swelling with determination. She knew the stories about Soma, but chose to not get anxious over facts. Instead she focused herself for the match. She brought in the highest quality meat and bought new chopping knives.
No matter how good Yukihira was. Ikumi was going to make sure that he lost.
Then came Soma. Clad in a black chef's uniform lined with silver cloth. A single bead of sweat dripped from Ikumi as she saw Soma's sharp golden eyes staring back at her. Dead and yet still deadly.
"He looks so handsome" Alice swooned. "I tailored that just for him you know" She said.
Erina ignored her delirious cousin.
Both contenders said nothing as they stared down on each other.
"The match is between Don RS and Mito Ikumi" The announcer stated. "If Mito Ikumi wins, the Don RS will be demolished and Yukihira Soma would be expelled from Tootsuki"
"However, if Don RS wins Mito Ikumi will be working for Yukihira Soma"
Ikumi looked to Erina way above at the VIP seats and looked back to Soma.
"You won't win this Yukihira" Ikumi declared.
Soma's eyes darted to Erina then to Ikumi. Wrapping a white cloth over his head. He gave a smirk.
"LET THE SHOKUGEKI BEGIN"
A/N: Next chapter will be out whenever. Jk. I'll try to post it by next two weeks. No promises. I might die. And honestly I don't get Tumblr. See ya.